Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 147

"We're almost there," Kent insists, turning on his car's signal.

I feel like we're in the middle of nowhere, and we've been driving for over an hour. Kent refused to tell me our destination because, as he put it, "I would just google where we're going, and then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore!"

The weather was gradually getting less cold, not warm yet but no longer snowing or freezing. I was on my last spring break, trying to finish my thesis and schoolwork.

We recently received information about our upcoming graduation. In about a month and a half, we would be finishing our undergrad degrees. It was still surreal to me, moving from starting a university degree to finishing it.

Kent had been discussing plans for the summer, including hiking trips, which I pretended not to dread. I wasn't much of a hiker, but I was willing to do it with him.

We signed our lease for next year, securing that cute little apartment on the other side of campus. The thought of moving in with him excited me; it would be like now, but better.

Kent turned onto a long road, and I furrowed my eyebrows. It was late afternoon, and we left around three from our city place. Even after packing my bag, he didn't drop any hints. He just told me to pack a swimsuit and my winter coat.

I spotted a large building in the distance, the only structure around. It was massive, with a parking lot outside and various surrounding buildings.

"That's where we're going," Kent said with a grin, and my heart raced.

We were planning a two-night getaway, a much-needed downtime for both of us. We spent plenty of time together daily, but this trip promised something special. No one else to worry about, nothing else on my mind, just him and me.

After a while, we pulled into a parking lot, and I smiled. "We're here."

"Wow," I mumbled, and Kent chuckled. "What is it?"

"You'll find out," he teased, opening his car door, and I followed suit. The air was chilly, but the lodge-like building appeared warm and inviting. We grabbed our bags and walked to the front entrance.

Stepping into the lobby, I marveled at its modern decor, bathed in warm lighting. It was busy but serene and calming.

Kent made his way to the front desk, where a sign featured the name "Sponjenie." I wondered what language it was. As we got closer to the line, I read the smaller text below, which said, "Ease, comfort, together"!

Are we joining some kind of cult?

"Next?" the woman behind the desk called, and Kent pulled my hand, stepping forward. She was impeccably dressed in a black outfit with the sleekest bun I had ever seen.

"Welcome to Sponjenie. Checking in?" she asked.

"Yes, reservation under Chavez," Kent replied, taking out his wallet.

"Yes, I see you here, Mister Chavez. Could I see your credit card and a piece of ID?" she requested. Kent handed them over, and she started typing on her keyboard. I tried to memorize the pronunciation of that last name; apparently, the 'j' is silent.

"Your room should be ready now, and your first experience is in one hour," she said, passing the items back to Kent, along with a room key. "Please enjoy your stay."

Kent thanked her, and we proceeded down a long corridor. The silence in the place was soothing, and it was a calm atmosphere. Kent unlocked our room, revealing a beautiful, tranquil space with a large bed. It looked cozy and warm, and I couldn't believe it.

"Well?" Kent asked, and I smiled.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, taking his hands as we dropped our bags. My eyes caught the logo on the packaged goods on one of the tables. "What does the name mean?"

"It means 'connection,' I think, though I can't recall the language," Kent explained.

"Is it a resort?" I inquired, and Kent shrugged.

"Kind of?" He chuckled. "It's more like a spa."

"Oh my god, shut up," I gasp, and he laughs even harder. "Are you serious?"

"Totally serious," he nods. "I signed us up for the couples package. The whole point is to relax together, connect," he shrugs, and I smile. "I don't remember the exact order, but we'll be getting massages, hot stones, cupping, and something like a mudwrap. I can't recall all the details, but in between, there are pools in the building behind the main one, including hot and cold ones and salt pools."

"This is so cool!" I insist, and he grins. "I'm so excited. I've been so overworked and stressed; this is perfect," I assure him, placing my hands on his chest and leaning in for a quick kiss. "Thank you so much. I know you probably had something else in mind."

"Oh no, I didn't. I picked this because I want a massage," he chuckles. "My back has been really tense lately."

"Tense how?" I ask quickly, concerned that he might have injured it.

"Relax, not like that," he says softly, picking me up off the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay," he whispers. I'd always be worried about his back getting worse, but I had to try not to show it. He hates pity. "I messed it up on the bench press about a week ago, and it hasn't been right since then."

"Oh, put me down, then, Kent," I whisper, and he smiles.

"It's okay, just pulled a muscle," he assures me. "Besides, I made the reservation way before that. I just happen to love a back massage."

"This is going to be so nice," I whisper, and he nods, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss deepens, and I sigh, pulling him closer.

"This was a good idea, doing a little something this week," he whispers between kisses. "You're just full of those."

"You're the one who found it," I breathe, and he smirks.

"I'm glad you like it," he answers. "Besides, it's a decent compromise from going down south. You'll be mostly naked all weekend."

"You're such a pervert," I tease. "You've seen everything so many times."

"I've also seen sunsets thousands of times. I'm not ready to stop looking at them anytime soon either," he chuckles, and I feel my cheeks flush. He leads me to the bed, and I end up on my back with him leaning over me.

There's a knock at the door, and he kisses my cheek before standing up to answer it. A woman from the retreat stands at the door.

"Hello, Mister Chavez. I've just brought your robes for your massage at five-thirty," she says, handing him two care packages. My eyes widen as she continues, "We'll see you soon."

"Thank you," he says politely, closing the door and tossing my robe at me.

"You heard her, strip it down," he laughs, and I blink.

"Down to what?" I ask, and he raises his eyebrows, unzipping his jacket and throwing it away. "Naked?" I gape, and he nods. "Naked."

"Naked-naked?" I whisper, and he nods again.

"How else would you get a massage?" he chuckles, and I blink. I'd never actually gotten a massage, but I guess it made sense to leave our clothes behind. "It'll be fine. It's a short walk."

I nod and stand up, kicking off my shoes and finding a pair of cheap flip-flops included in the package. I yank off my socks too and then start on the button for my jeans, pulling them off. When I yank my shirt over my head, I look over to see him just standing there, his pants undone but not off, and his lips parted.

"What?" I ask, putting my hands over my stomach, and he snaps out of it.

"Nothing, I just... I don't think I'll be able to lie beside you for an hour naked while you moan," he says, and I gulp, feeling my mouth get dry.

"I won't moan," I whisper, unhooking my bra, and the room goes silent again. My eyes go back to his, and he's not even hiding the fact that he's flat-out staring. "Do I need to go to the bathroom?" I tease, and he clears his throat, focusing back on what he's doing.

Once we're both in the robes and the weird little sandals, I tie up my hair, and the two of us leave the room, heading down the hall. It felt weird to walk around essentially naked under the robe, but I see other guests in the same robes, and I feel less out of place.

We walk to the spa part of the building, and Kent gets us checked in. A woman approaches us with a warm smile, dressed in what looks like black scrubs.

"Hi, are you the Chavez party?" She asks kindly, and we shrug.

"I am, Juls is my girl for now," he chuckles, and I nearly pass out. "For now." I knew Kent loved me, but most guys my age would rather die than have someone think they were married. It's nice to know that he feels that way.

"My apologies, Juls and...?"

"Kent," he answers, putting his hand out, and she shakes it.

"I'm Breena," she replies kindly. "Follow me."

We follow her to a private room, and she opens the door for us, revealing a neutral, calm space full of candles. But I furrow my eyebrows; there's only one massage table.

"I think there's a mistake; we signed up for a massage together," Kent says immediately, and she chuckles.

"This is the couples massage; you'll be massaging each other," she explains, and my lips part. "We find it helps greatly with feeling connected."

No kidding, rubbing each other down naked would definitely do that.

"I'm just here to show you the right technique. Then, for the next hour, you two can swap and do each other," she says happily, and I blink.

Interesting. I guess I have nothing against it. I'd honestly prefer it to be me and him than laying three feet apart for an hour while two strangers massage us.

"Come with me," she encourages, and I follow her.

Kent grabs my arm and leans in close. "Sorry, baby, I didn't know."

"It's okay. I'm okay with it," I assure him. "As long as you are too."

"Yeah, no, I'm good," he whispers, putting his hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"I need a volunteer," she says, and I nudge Kent.

"You go, your back's bothering you. Besides, I want to see what she's doing," I explain, and he shrugs.

"Great, get settled under the sheet. I'll be back with the oil in a minute," she says and then slips out of the room.

Kent undoes his robe, and I keep my eyes down, trying to give him some privacy while he gets settled. He gets under the sheet, and I grin, walking over and sitting on the table beside him.

"Hey," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair, and he smiles, twisting his head to the side.

"Hi," he answers. "Better give me the massage of my life, Julianna."

Breena knocks on the door, and I stand back up, stepping back so she can set everything up. "Okay, ready?" She asks, and we both nod.

She puts some oil onto her hands, and the smell of lime and basil fills the air. She rubs them into Kent's back, and I listen to her explain what she's doing and how to do it. "You see how I'm going along the muscle, Juls?" She asks, and Kent lets out a groan.

"Sure do," I nod, laughing at the fact that he called me out for moaning.

She offers another bit of explanation and then steps back, rinsing off her hands in the sink in the corner.

"Do either of you have questions?" She asks, and we both shake our heads. "Alright, you've got one hour; we'll knock when your time is up, and then you can use the showers behind that door to rinse the oil off before you go. If you need one of us, there's a call button by the door you can push."

"Perfect, thank you," I smile, and she waves, quickly ducking out of the room. "You're all mine now," I tease, and he chuckles.

"Let me know when you want to switch," he answers, and I nod.

I get some of the oil on my hands, rub them down his back, and add to the slickness. I follow what she was doing, taking verbal grunts from him as indicators of things to pay attention to.

"You're not bad at this," he laughs, and I smile, moving to his arms and massaging his biceps. Kent was hard on his body, spent so much time working out and not as much resting. Any muscle massaged, he seemed to enjoy.



"Do you want me to do your legs?" I ask. "Or you can turn over, and I'll do your chest?"

"I can't turn over right now," he mumbles into the leather table, and I feel my eyes widen. "But legs would be nice."

I massage his legs until we're close to the thirty-minute mark. Then I run my hands up his back, pressing firmly up to his shoulders and leaving a kiss on the tip of his ear.

"Get up," I whisper, and he chuckles. "If...you've calmed down and whatnot." I laugh, and he chuckles, pushing up off the table. I undo his robe while he gets up, and he turns as I discard it.

He just stares at me, and my cheeks turn red, arms crossing over my chest. "Can I have the sheet, please?" I whisper, seeing it's still wrapped around his waist, and he shrugs.

"I think a sheet's a bit unnecessary now that we're alone," he whispers, and I shrug, hopping up onto the table. He wasn't wrong. He drops the sheet, but I can't see anything, I'm just looking at the floor.

I feel his fingertips trace my spine, and I feel chills cover my body. Then a warm, somewhat greasy hand rubs its way over my skin.

He really gets going after a few minutes, no longer just running his hands over me appreciatively but actually massaging my back. His hands are huge; they cover so much of my back, working out tension and stress.

I sigh when he releases a knot in my shoulders, and I squirm when he finds another one. He massages my whole body, my legs, my feet, my arms. His hands even massage my rear for a few minutes. I make him stop, though, because I know it's turning me on.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, squeezing my hips, and my skin breaks out into goosebumps immediately. "So insanely beautiful." I readjust on the table, unsure of how to handle how thick his voice sounds. "Flip over."

"No, you'll just be staring at my chest," I mumble, and he chuckles. "Exactly," he counters. "I haven't massaged them yet."

I quietly flip onto my back, trying to figure out what I want to cover with my hands. But I'm a bit... distracted when I look at his hips.

"Holy heck, Kent," I whisper. "Put that away. What happens when the hour's up?"

"I can't do anything about it," he reminds me. "You make it very hard to put away."

I'm speechless as his hands move up and rest on my chest, easily touching my breasts, and I sigh, pressing my thighs together. His thumbs take over, and I feel my hips lift slightly.

"Does that feel nice?" He asks, and I moan, reaching out and wrapping a hand around him.

This has taken quite a turn; it was fun and flirty for a while. Now it's just straight-up foreplay.

"No, don't do that," he begs, grabbing my wrist so my hand stops. "I won't last."

Jesus, everything that happens just turns it up another notch or two.

The moment breaks when there's a knock on the door, letting us know our hour was up. He practically lifts me off the table, and I grab our robes, running for the showers. He gets under the same showerhead as me, and we start back up, kissing, touching, wrapping our arms around each other. He's practically digging into my stomach.

"We should go back," I whisper, and he nods.

We dry off with the complementary towels and then we get our robes back on. Kent checks that the key is still in the pocket and then shoots me a thumbs up.

We run out the door, back down the hall. Kent walks directly behind me; it's only thirty seconds back to our room, tops.

"There you are!" Breena says, stopping us just before we exit. "How was it?"

"It was great," I smile.

"Good, did you have fun?"

"Yep, lots of fun. Bye, Breena. We really need to go," Kent says, pushing my shoulders, and I laugh, waving at her. She just raises her eyebrows and waves back.

We get back, and we barely get in when he pulls the robe off of me, tossing it away and tossing his own away too.

He pulls me to the bed and sits against the headboard, pulling me into his lap. I kiss him briefly, and he helps me get situated. I slowly lower myself over him, and I moan, tossing my head back.

"Oh, goodness," Kent groans, gripping my hips and helping me move. "Hold onto the headboard," he whispers, and I do. "That's it, baby."

"Goodness," I whisper, feeling warmth slowly move through my body, it was a relief.

For the next forty-five minutes, we try to outdo what the massage did for each other. It's been hard to find time for intimacy with how busy we were and living with our roommates. The build-up didn't help; it just provoked urgency.

We wear each other out, and now we are just lying in bed, our breaths mingling, and smiles plastered onto our faces.

"I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed," Kent shrugs, and I laugh a bit, tracing his chest.

"Me neither," I shrug. "Solid vacation choice," I tease, and he grins, kissing my forehead.

"Hopefully tomorrow's activities will be a little less sensual," he laughs, running his fingers through my hair. "We have dinner in thirty minutes."

"I don't want to get up."

"Me neither," he shrugs. "Up for room service?" I nod quietly, and he pulls me closer, squeezing me tighter.

He was truly perfect, so thoughtful in little ways. He craved so much closeness, and that truly made my heart happy. He hadn't always been so touchy and open, but he'd been there for me for a long time, even when I thought we weren't getting along, when I was dating someone else, or when we were fighting. He always loved me, and I always loved him, even if it made me crazy.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah, always," he assures me, and I blow out a tense breath.

"I'm sorry for how hard I was on you when... we were trying to figure ourselves out," he furrows his eyebrows, and I sigh. "Sometimes I think the only confused one was me during all of that because you told me you had feelings for me and you really were trying... guess I-I'm sorry that I didn't try as hard."

"No, no, baby. Don't say that," he whispers, and I sigh. I still felt guilty for it.

"I'm really anxious; I know I project my anxiety onto you sometimes," I mumble, and he shrugs.

"Sure, and I appreciate you saying that... but, Juls, I wasn't innocent through that time at all. Was I trying? Yeah, and sometimes it was annoying that you wanted more, but... how do I say this?" He pauses and then shakes his head. "I wanted to be what you needed, I knew I wasn't what you needed for a long time, and that's why I had a hard time. But I figured myself out in the process. I like how I feel now; I'm not... in some prison. My feelings aren't all jammed up anymore, you know?"

I nod, feeling proud of him. Sometimes I'm worried I've changed him, or tried to force him to be someone he isn't. But I think part of a relationship is that you change each other; no one falls in love and stays the same.

"I just want you to know that the effort you put in wasn't unnoticed by me; it meant a lot to me, and what you do now is so important to me. I've always been so afraid to tell people what's going on in my head; I've never wanted people to know me for real because I don't think they'll like me. I can't explain to you how nice it is that you love every single part of me. Because I don't feel like I need to hide anymore."

"Oh, Juls," he mumbles, and I feel a tear leak out of my eye.

"I genuinely don't know what's wrong with my brain, but it fills up with doubt and intrusive thoughts, and I used to let them win all the time," I admit, and he sighs, cradling my head on his chest. "I don't think I was ready to date you for a while because I wasn't ready to date anyone. Now I am."

"I know you," he mumbles, brushing the hair back off my face. "I didn't used to, but now that we know everything about each other and our minds and how they work... I think I calm yours down, and you wake mine up. I don't want you to think that it was either of our faults that we used to fight; we just had our wires crossed. We were loving each other the wrong ways."

I feel a hiccup go through me when he says that. It makes so much sense. I used to be afraid of losing him, afraid of keeping him. Just afraid in general. Not anymore, never again.

"I love you so much," I whisper, and he chuckles quietly.

"I love you too, A," he mumbles into my hair.

He slips out of bed, and I furrow my eyebrows as he goes through his bag. He comes back a moment later with a skinny jewelry box, and my lips part.

"Originally," he sighs. "I was going to give you this at dinner tomorrow night. I was going to do a speech about how much I love you, and I was going to be in a suit, not naked while you were crying in bed... however. This feels like the right moment," he whispers, passing it to me, and I sniffle, looking at the velvet box.

I don't know if I can handle this, but he's always got something up his sleeve. This is so sweet.

"Thank you," I mumble, and he smiles, sitting back down beside me.

I open the lid, and my breath gets caught in my throat. It's a sweet little solid heart on a gold chain; it almost looks just like...

"It's the one you were looking at when we visited my parents, the one in that little store," he whispers. "I knew how much you liked it, just by you looking at it." I feel a sob in my throat, and he takes it out of the box, looping it around my neck and doing it up.

"I wanted to give you something you could wear, something you could always have with you so you know how much I love you. Because I know you have a busy mind, and I want you to remember that we can't sit around and dwell on the past. Because it just doesn't change anything, Julianna; I will love you no matter what. I don't care that you're nervous or stressed or that we had a tough road to get here. I love you."

"Oh my god," I sob, feeling the world's ugliest cry building up. I crawl into his lap, and he chuckles. "I love it, I love it so much," I whisper, and I lean in for a quick kiss. "It's perfect."

"Good," he whispers, burying his face in my hair. I cry into his chest, and he holds me tight, keeping me close to him.

"I love you," I whisper quietly. "Only you could think of something this perfect."

"One of the reasons I fell in love with you, Juls, is because you're so much like me. Sometimes you say what I'm thinking, I love that you're independent, and that you don't take anyone's crap," he whispers, and I laugh. "We've only gotten better with time, baby." "You're making me cry," I whisper.

"As long as they're happy tears, I'm okay with that," he chuckles, and I smile.

"I wish I had something to give you," I mumble. "You keep giving me amazing things."

"You gave me a greasy hand-job earlier; what more could I want?" He teases, and I snort. "You're all I want, I have everything else."

"Ditto; if I have you, then I have everything I could possibly want."

He pulls me in for a kiss, and I wrap around him, pulling him close. I couldn't wait to start building a life together, to move into our apartment, keep meeting to study, start our careers. We'd be together every step of the way.

"You give me everything, Kent," I whisper, and he grins, resting his forehead on mine.